"THAT BLOODY FROG!"

England stared in shock at the two documents he gripped in his hand, trying with all his might not to tear them into pieces.

Needless to say, he was mad.

…Actually, to say he was "mad" would be a complete understatement; England was seething.

He blinked at the elegant script on the documents, reading the words over and over again until they blurred together, his vision clouded by pure fury. But, although the proof was right in front of his face, he still couldn't completely believe what he was reading; quite frankly, he didn't want to believe what he was reading.

For, according to the sources of information that were currently being crushed by England's firm grip, it was official:

France and America had accepted each other as allies.

No doubt, the slimy little git had weaseled his way onto America's good side, using his dirty seduction to woo the young nation into becoming his friend. And if that weren't enough, France had formally recognized America as an independent nation, outwardly stating that the two of them would "conquer that cher Angleterre once and for all!"

That backstabbing git.

The conflict was hard enough to handle as it was; the last thing England needed was for the frog to get involved. He had (very obviously) known that France was a sly little demon, but he had never thought that the Frenchman would go so far as to kiss up to America for the sole reason of fighting against Britain…

…Oh, who was he kidding? He had totally seen this coming. Of course the wanker would jump at the chance to oppose Britain, blindly joining any side that chooses to do so. It was just the type of thing France would do, and in all honesty England would have been surprised if it hadn't eventually happened.

England slammed the documents onto a nearby table, holding his face in his hands as he sighed.

Fine, he thought to himself. Let the two of them team up. It's not like the frog will be much help anyways.

This thought comforted him slightly, for he knew that it was true. While France could potentially be a good ally, it was a widely known fact that he was very easily distractible and would eagerly jump into action without thinking things through first. (And, he must add, the French uniforms looked remarkably stupid.)

And although America proved to be abnormally strong, England knew for a fact that the young nation knew nothing about fighting a war. From what he'd observed, America's troops had been poorly organized and inadequately supplied; they stood no chance against the British forces.

England sat back in his chair, letting that last thought hang for a moment.

His forces were considered the most powerful in the world. And while France and America were strong enough nations, they certainly were no match for his own troops. They were well financed, well trained, well fed, and had discipline and expertise that could rival any other's. They had won battle after battle over various powerful nations, and this battle surely wasn't going to be any different. They dominated the seas, with hundreds of warships and vessels in their possession.

In short, the army of Great Britain was unbeatable.

And, by jove, he was going to win this thing.


Author's Note:

Okay, I totally meant to post this yesterday, but then I realized that new members had to wait 12 hours to post a story... so here it is, a day late!

On February 6, 1778, representatives from France and the United States of America signed the Treaty of Amity and Commerce and the Treaty of Alliance. These treaties officially recognized the two countries in a military alliance against Great Britain.

When I learned about this, I was immediately inspired to write about it Hetalia-style; and thus begins this series, "This Day in History"! Here I'll post small drabbles/oneshots about particular events in history, on the exact day that they happened. It's pretty self-explanatory, really.

Let's see how this goes, shall we?

XOXO,

Cora